It's hard to come to terms with the fact that you aren't ever going to be loved the way you want to be loved.
If God saved my life, why didn't he save their lives? Is my life so much more valuable? So I'm special... and they'renot?
If God makes all our faces, did he laughwhen he made me?
And in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss. And as the weeks became months, I cried less and smiled more. An...
We can't escape ourselves, Tag. Here, there, half-way across the world, or in a psych ward in Salt Lake City. I'm Moses and you're Tag. And that part never changes. So either we figure it out here or...